Valley of the Moon - Steve Von Till

The vultures are flying lower than they used to

They don’t waste their time on old bleached bones

It’s too damned hot, and I feel choked out

Our past betrayed by smoke and mirrors

All she gives is a stone facade

Like ill-given flowers at a dead man’s wake

Here we slave for the dreams of another

And fight over scraps like wayward dogs

The ash under a red stone guides the way

The embers of his words ignite our souls

My love and I, we will follow

We’ll find our valley of the moon

These words a mirror of his own heart

And to the land he gave it to

Looking back to the strength of our blood

A great river of fortune and will

All they gave, they gave for us

A better life in a better land

The ash under a red stone guides the way

The embers of his words ignite our souls

My love and I, we will follow

We’ll find our valley of the moon

A place where we can be who we are

And just what we were meant to be

Plain to hold and see of what we’re made

Spirit, sinew, blood, and soil

Up horses now, and straight and true

Let every broken furrow run

The strength you sweat shall blossom yet

And golden glory to the sun

The ash under a red stone guides the way

The embers of his words ignite our souls

My love and I, we will follow

We’ll find our valley of the moon